Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy



"You say nobles are the ones with the ego issue but nah…''

"The ones who truly have inflated egos are bastards like you."

"Weak worthless mongrel."

"You disgusting piece of shit. Only weak people with faulty morals who can't achieve success through hard work join groups like this so that they can stay in their world. Bullying the weak and taking pleasure in the pain of others, what else do you know except this."

A cold, chilly voice permeated the man's ears.

"Kurggg!"

The man made sure to protect himself with an aura, but he wasn't very apt. Being stuck at 3-Star even at this age was enough proof of his incompetence.

The main reason Charles was reduced to this state was that he was exhausted after fighting on the front lines, and maybe two of them attacked him at once. And then, one of them fell behind, planning the sneak attack on Charles, which almost succeeded if not for Lucas's presence.

PAKKKK!

The man rolled aside, hearing a tearing sound cutting the air. The place that he evaded was struck with a sword.

Rolling, he picked up the dagger that was tossed before and gave a horizontal slash while laying on the ground.

Lucas jumped up while pulling back his sword to avoid it. The man then got up and rubbed his eyes, feeling the burning sensation.

Shaking his head, his gaze locked onto Lucas. Moving his sword, he slashed into the empty air with all the force he could muster.

A strange glint flashed in Lucas's eyes as he sensed an invisible mass of wind blade hurled towards him. Trying to block it will only get you into more trouble and trying to avoid it will corner you, allowing the enemy to fire more attacks at him. There was also the possibility of him using skill attacks.

Ducking down to avoid the invisible blade, Lucas lunged forward, bending down to the ground level.

Something sharp passed over Lucas's shoulder, followed by a prickling sensation. Ignoring the onslaught of discomfort, Lucas scratching on the ground, pulled the dagger and threw it at the man.

The dagger spun as it tore through the air. The dagger made a curved motion taking an oblique pathway in the way, startling the man.

However, no matter how fast the throw was, it could not avoid the man's sight.

The man dodged it narrowly and the dagger rose into the sky, emitting a buzzing sound, and drew a parabola over his head. Seeing the dagger missing him, he breathed in relief.

However….

The very next moment, something struck his calf, making his posture collapse to the side. His eyes turned towards the calf in disbelief and seeing a dagger struck there, his eyes darted at Lucas who was already advancing as if he had predicted the outcome.

Lucas gave him a mocking gaze with a sneer.

'What! Did you think I would miss again?'

After getting his pride trampled again and again, he asked Parth for help. Though he was a total newbie in this regard, his bloodline ability was able to make up for it.

He may not be able to lift heavy objects but at least he can influence the trajectory and combined with the Parth technique, he got a satisfactory result.

Lucas's foot immediately kicked the ground. His crouching body paced up and accelerated. Instantly, the distance between the enemy and Lucas narrowed.

Swish!

The man's eyes widened, seeing an ice spike inching straight towards his heart fired from a narrow distance. His body moved swiftly, and he chopped the ice spike into debris.

His body posture had already faltered, the opponent had closed in and was about to slash at him, so he could only jump back, but at that moment something surprised him.

The blade coming at him stopped in midair, this also made him stop his motion. But before he could plan his next move, his vision became bloody.

SPAT!

Lucas spat right into the man's eye, causing his steps to falter. Unable to see anything momentarily, the man swung his dagger blindly.

Letting the blade pass through, Lucas bent down and held the man's wrist tightly, and using it to support himself, his feet kicked the ground, tugging the man towards him.

The man's body accelerated forward due to the sudden yank, and it was then, without any hesitation, Lucas kicked down at the man's crotch.

Feeling something precious breaking down, the light disappeared from the man's eyes as a pak sound echoed. There was no scream, and his body collapsed on the ground like a lifeless feather.

Lucas did not pity him, nor there was any remorse in his eyes.

At least his condition was quite good compared to his partner who died suffering an untold pain that no man should go through.

"Now… Now, do you like the pain which you inflict on others?" Lucas cursed.

As his chilly voice reverberated, Lucas picked up his sword and launched onto the man.

"Ahhh… Oh… Oh…Don't come, stop! Don't kyaghhhh?"

The man shaking in fear screamed in despair holding his precious balls. His face had already twisted beyond one wildest dream.

Approaching him, Lucas stabbed both of his legs without any hesitation. Lucas, after making sure that the man had lost his ability to move, wondered whether to keep this man alive.

Searching his body, he took two storage rings.

Thereafter, he wondered what to do next.

Most of these traitors will die, so leaving one alive and handing over to authority might earn him some merit. If he passed him to Miss Ami, his identity would be kept secret.

Lucas, remembering their suicide technique, put his hand inside his mouth. Searching through the gaps in teeth, he plucked a minuscule capsule.

"Now just sleep here."

Before stepping back, Lucas kicked the man's ball again to release his frustration.

Lucas, who thought everything was over, suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Did you do it?"

"How?"

Lucas's steps stopped abruptly. Without words, his eyes turned to the source of the voice.

A woman with many cuts and wounds, all over her body was looking at him with an expression of incomprehensibility, and her eyes slightly narrowed on seeing the condition of the two men.

The change in her visible expression made one wonder if this woman had lost her composure.

At that moment, Lucas wondered where his alarm went.

'It seems it has become faulty.'

Lucas wanted to curse James but suppressed his inner turmoil. He can't let the woman see his panicked expression.

The woman might be in 3-Star, but she was wounded.

"Haahhhh!"

"It seems you are not willing. Then I can only gouge out your tongue to make you answer."

Hearing her words, Lucas chuckled, giving her a mocking smile.

"Lady, those who wanted my head did not end well."

The woman's eyebrows twisted with dissatisfaction. She took up a moment to glance at the two.

Seeing an ice spike stuck in such a position, her body involuntarily shudders, making her step back. After glancing at them, she stared at the kid's blazing eyes glowing fiercely.

"Your dirty tricks will not work on me." She spoke angrily.

"Ohhh!" Lucas made an exaggerated expression.

"You don't have the weakness of the men, huhh!"

Lucas himself did not know where his courage was coming from, but every fiber of his body was screaming with excitement.

"Cheap tricks are useless." The woman roared violently with a flustered expression. She had never seen such a vulgar being.

"We will see," Lucas answered without a change in his expression.

Without wasting further words, both of them dashed toward each other.

Without a word, metal crashed against one another.

Blood splattered in the air.

Small shock waves started to resonate in the forest engulfed by darkness.